tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goodbye Don the Beachcomber Holy mother of hell! Weetabix has me listed in the diaries that she reads (with the cryptic comment: �Doesn�t seem to be updating anymore�). But I am! I am now, and I promise that I will faithfully update at LEAST once a week for the rest of my natural born life (if not more) because a tout from the Weet � it is not a thing to be taken lightly. Speaking of Ms. Bix, my Chi-Town Posse (that sounds unbelievably cheesy) is meeting up Weetabix�s Green Bay/Cali Posse on Saturday at Fogo de Chao, the divine Brazilian Meateteria. Since we all get along there will be no Sharks/Jets action � just a great deal of quaffing of tropical drinks and ingesting of piles of meat. Meat served up by handsome young men in Brazilian gaucho outfits � meat carved directly from the hot spits that cooked it. OK � I should just stop now because this is starting to sound like some sort of kinky food porn thing. I do promise that I�ll bring my sexy slim new digital camera with me and take loads of pictures to document the evening of revelry and if I can pull my tiny little head out of my ass I�ll try to figure out how to get the pictures off the memory stick, onto my laptop, and post them either here or somewhere I can link to so that you all can share in the convivial meatyness of our dinner. Don�t hold your breath now � this is something I�ve vowed to learn how to do with the last two digital cameras I�ve had and let me just say I have a collection of little memory sticks with a whole lot of pictures stored on them and I have no idea how to get them off the sticks. None. Zippo. I am a technical zero. But, part of my promise that allowed me to cough up the money for the sexy tiny camera was that I would: A. carry it with me at all times so I wouldn�t miss an important shot, and B. learn how to use the damn thing even if it means reading the whole manual from cover to cover and then begging for a tutorial from one of my more technically knowledgeable friends. Anyway, that�s enough groveling about my lack of techie ability. I simply cannot wait for Saturday! The reservation at Fogo is at 8:30 and we�re planning on meeting at the bar around 8pm. I�m bringing Steve and Alli and Mike, and I think Weet is bringing Chauffi and MoPie, and I have a hunch that some other Chicago journalers will be there as well. I�ll just have to see when I get there. I got some distressing news today. Trader Vic�s in the Palmer House will be closing as of the end of 2005. I have a dear friend whom I know from waaaaaay back (jeez � it�s been 10 years now) when I started volunteering at the animal shelter. We�re both busy people so when I switched the night I do my volunteer work on we just didn�t get to see each other as much as we�d like. A couple of years ago we met for drinks at Trader Vic�s and had such a great time that it was proposed that we meet seasonally for a night of (over)imbibing fruity drinks and eating pu-pus until we burst. It�s perfect � we get to see each other socially a minimum of four times a year and we always have a load of stuff to catch up on and we spend the night gabbing, gossiping and working our way through the extensive tropical drink menu at TV�s. One particular evening I was perhaps (OK, totally) overserved and I noticed that the back of the menu had a special message from Trader Vic himself extolling the virtues of other famous �mixologists� and this prompted much giggling and toasting as we not so quietly shouted, �I salute you, Don the Beachcomber!� much to the dismay of those around us. It has since become our war-cry and I will be very sad when the Chicago outpost of TV�s is gone. I thought that tiki bars were on their way back in but I guess that I�m wrong. My friend and I have plans to meet there on December 29th and we�re squeezing in an emergency visit on the 16th. I hope I don�t get all maudlin � crying drunks are such a sad sight. It�s going to be hard to find a replacement bar for our seasonal excursions. We really like the tropical drink aspect, but TV�s was also a place where a little naughty behaviour seemed to be just fine - you were expected to get a little looped there and to have a good time. I can�t imagine saluting Don the Beachcomber at some nameless hotel bar or some place where everyone is drinking Miller Lites. Ah Christ � I must be PMSing or something because I�m misting up a bit even now. That�s all for now, but since this weekend is packed with social engagements I�ll have much to write about on Monday. 3:48 p.m. - 2005-12-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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